The Kitchen

Lyrics
[Verse 1] He be getting out of the, getting out of the kitchen When he's finally heard enough of your b-b-bitching Down the drain go your hopes and your wedding wishes And leave you nothing but a pile of d-d-dishes [Pre-Chorus] Girls be flipping and guys be tripping One foot out the door, it's like a dance, flip-dip There was a relationship But we ain't dancing anymore [Chorus] Your kitchen's up in flames There ain't no one to blame but yourself Your nitpicking drive a man insane Woman, that kind of heat Can give a man a heart attack Once you burn them bridges You can't never go back, hey, hey, hey [Verse 2] Kitchen ain't easy on a m-m-man From the fire to the f-f-frying p-p-pan From one human to another It ain't right to hit your lover It goes over like a c-c-c-can of spam [Pre-Chorus] Here's a tip, you're gonna flip If you don't get a grip, stop giving that lip You got that fed up, better give some head up Instead of eating all his bread up [Chorus] Your kitchen's up in flames There ain't no one to blame but yourself Your nitpicking will drive a man insane Woman, that kind of heat Can give a man a heart attack Once you burn them bridges You can't never go back, hey, hey, hey [Verse 3] No use crying over spilled milk When some thing's gone bad There ain't no way back Check the expiration date before it's too late Ain't the pot c-c-calling the kettle black [Pre-Chorus] Take it from a girl who really knows it well Every single one I had went straight to hell You can achieve world peace with your tone of voice Or start World War III, it's your choice [Chorus] Your kitchen's up in flames There ain't no one to blame but yourself Your nitpicking will drive a man insane Woman, that kind of heat Can give a man a heart attack Once you burn them bridges You can't never go back, hey, hey, hey
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Credits
- Writers
- Mike “Hank” Mangini
- Adam Pallin
- Imani Coppola